M'kay Julie-Su Enchidna Shes not animal. She wears jeans,That shirt and the boots. She's 16. Her hair is the same color as Julie-Sus picture.
Guess who Lurves this? guilty as charged. I shall add her. She may be using a few "Muahahahahaha's" in her verbal parts, hint, hint.
Fiona's POV I floated aimlessly, trying not to die (again) of boredom: being a ghost was so boring! There was nothing to do! Just then, I heard voices. So I flew over to a tree and hid behind it. I peered over and saw Damien and Crystal talking. Stupid Crystal. She was always talking about her powers. It wasn't fair. She uses her powers to see her boyfriend, and I've been waiting months to TRY to see my parents again? Selfish girl. Suddenly, she leaned over and kissed Damien. I widened my eyes. She was always going on about how she missed Ashton, and now she's sucking face with Damien? I rolled my eyes. Suddenly, a hand tapped my shoulder. Spinning around, I gasped. It was Julie. Damien's ex girlfriend. When they were first together, they fit like a pair of puzzle pieces. They were misunderstood messengers, one who Devil wanted, and one who the Devil already had. They would patrol everywhere, somehow brooding at the same time like dramatic teens. But that was ages ago. After they split up Julie has never been the same. "I heard you talking." "What?" "About Crystal. Remember?" Oh. I said that out loud? I didn't realize it. "I sort of need your help." "Why?" "I want Crystal out of the picture." I smirked. "You want Ashton back?" "Oh! However did you know? Of course I want him back! But Crystal's all over him." she said, raising an eyebrow at them kissing. I smiled deviously. "I know exactly what makes her tick. And that's Ashton." I explained the whole story to her. And Julie's eyes lit up like a Christmas tree.
Damien had his lips pressed fiercely to mine. I reached up and gripped my hands in his hair, to pull him closer. Damien pulled away slightly, and grinned. He skimmed his lips across my collarbone, sending chills down my spine. I opened my eyes to the sound of gravel under somebody's foot. It was Ashton, and he was carrying flowers. I turned away from Damien. "Crystal, what's wrong?" Ashton knelt down and placed the flowers on my grave. I bit my tongue to keep from crying. Damien rested a hand on my shoulder. "I understand." he murmured. "Crystal... can you hear me?" Ashton said. I widened my eyes. Ashton still wanted to talk to me, to see me again. I couldn't bring myself to answer, though. I couldn't bear to love someone who was alive. Damien was dead, and that was the way it worked out. "Aren't you going to answer?" Damien asked. "No... it's better this way." I said. I floated over to my grave and picked up a stick. It was difficult to, and I had to try a few times because it kept slipping through my hands. I wrote in the dirt next to my grave: "Ashton, I can't see you anymore. Promise me you'll move on, I'm gone forever." I dropped the stick, and the noise made Ashton jump. He saw the message, and read it again, like he couldn't believe it was there. "I don't want to move on! I won't!" he shouted. I floated backwards, away from his voice. "Crystal. I know you can hear me... please." Ashton was crying. I sadly turned away, and flew to Damien. He held my hand, and turned to me. "I think we should leave the cemetery." I mumbled. "Are you sure?" he asked carefully. "I'm sure." I worked up the strength to smile. Barely.